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... 160;had no issue mining down to 17 using slaves as they didn’t care if they died. We left the miners to their work and visited the mine god on the way out via crawling through some tight tunnels and leaving our offerings at his altar. After 2hrs in the dark, dusty, hot & enclosed mine we were happy to return to the sunlight. What they do is truly incredible and hard work, I don’t envy them one bit and I can only feel a slight sense of awe ...

... bottles, streamers, coca leaves and other items to bring luck to the mine and its workers. He is a mixture of indigenous beliefs and is called Tio because the locals couldn't say Dios the word for god but called god Tios. Our tour finished and we were returned to town as the sun set so we had a burger at a fancy pub restaurant and it was delicious but still relatively cheap for us. We have a pre bought bus ticket tomorrow morning for Tupiza where we hope to arrange a tour to the salt ...

... earth or over mounds of dynamite-exploded rocks. There was the occasional risk of setting a miniature landslide in motion onto the person below us, and we had to careful of our footing so that we wouldn’t follow it down into the chasm.

Along the way we met a large number of miners, whose ages varied from 14 to 45 – there is no age limit in the mines, only the prerequisite of being strong enough to perform the demanding tasks. We dodged the carts that ...

... It's like something straight out of a movie set. Afterwards we headed out into the salt flats and got to mess around and take some cool pics. On the way back to town we stopped off and saw the abandoned trains which the government dumped many years ago, after they forced the British out. An act of defiance against them really to say we don't want you or your infrastructure. When they dumped them, they were all working. Not it's like a scrap yard that has been raided for ...

... about £10 a day - all have huge balls of it stored in their cheeks like hamsters. I tried some at the marketplace and they basically taste exactly how you would imagine dried up leaves you find in your garden would taste. The alcohol, in an industrial-looking container, piqued my interest much more - but after a third of a capful I felt like my insides were being dissolved. And then, clad in some very fetching safety ...